He shifted so his body was more on top of me as his other hand went down my side and yanked up my skirt even as his knee came up between my legs, forcing them open but he didn’t have to. I was already curving one leg around his thigh.
“Jesus, so sweet. So f**king, f**king sweet,” he muttered against my lips, his voice deeper, gruff and I felt the change in his tone rocket straight between my legs.
“Mitch,” I whispered, lifting my head as my hand in his hair pulled him down to me. I kissed him, hard, demanding, sliding my tongue in his mouth and this time I got his groan in mine in return.
That rocketed straight between my legs too.
Then his hand at my breast went to the buttons of my blouse. Swiftly and expertly he undid them as we kissed hot, wet and heavy. I pressed my body up into his and he ground his down into mine and I loved taking the weight of him, feeling the power of him.
Then suddenly he stopped undoing the buttons half down my ribcage, his fingers curled in, tugging it aside and I gasped into his mouth as my body twitched with excitement. Then the cup of my bra was drawn quickly aside and I lost his mouth on mine but his fingers curled under my breast, lifting it. Then his upper body angled down, his lips rounded my nipple and he sucked deep.
As in deep.
Oh God, God, God! That felt unbelievable.
So unbelievable, my back came off the couch, my head pressed into the cushion as my neck arched and the fingers of both my hands drove into his hair. All this as I moaned deep then whimpered as what he was doing with his mouth at my nipple shot a path of fire right between my legs.
Mitch suddenly lifted his head and twisted his neck so he was looking at the back of the couch.
I stared at him dazedly wondering why he was doing that and how I could get him to keep doing what he’d been doing a second ago when he muttered a harsh, low, “Fuck.”
Then suddenly his hands were moving quickly on me, pulling up my bra, drawing my blouse closed and yanking down my skirt.
Then his body suddenly shifted so it was fully over mine, covering it completely and his neck twisted the other way so he could look across the ottoman.
And it was then I heard a trembling, little girl voice penetrate my foreplay on the couch with Ten Point Five Detective Mitch Lawson addled daze saying, “Auntie Mara, I don’t feel too good.”
Chapter Seventeen
Keep Mitch Around
My head twisted around. I looked across the ottoman just in time to see Billie, standing at the opposite side of the couch, lean forward and vomit on Mitch’s living room carpet.
“Shit,” Mitch muttered, moved and moved me with him. Before I knew what was happening, I found myself standing on me feet by the couch.
I blinked and teetered then focused to see Mitch lift Billie in his arms and then he was striding swiftly through the living room toward the hall.
I skirted the ottoman and her sick then ran after them, doing the buttons on my shirt. By the time I made it to his master bath, the lights were on and Billie was getting sick in the toilet, Mitch crouched beside her, holding back her hair. His head turned and tipped back and his eyes hit mine.
“She’s burnin’ up,” he said softly.
I moved directly to the bathroom closet hoping that was where he kept his washcloths.
“How bad?”
“Don’t know. I don’t have a thermometer. You got one at your place?”
“No,” I answered, seeing he did keep his washcloths in the closet. I grabbed one, went to the sink and turned the tap on cold.
I heard more getting sick sounds and then Billie whined the obvious into the toilet, “I don’t feel good.”
I wrung out the cloth, cooing at her, “I know, baby. Get that sick out. I’ve got a cold cloth coming.”
I moved to Billie, Mitch shifted a bit out of the way still holding her hair while I leaned in and flushed the toilet. Then I folded the cloth and put it on her forehead as she coughed into the bowl.
Suddenly I heard Mitch saying, “Yeah, honey, sorry to call so late but Billie’s pukin’ and she’s burnin’ up. What do we do?”
My eyes went to him to see he was on the phone, his gaze on Billie’s back. I lifted a hand to stroke her there as more sick came out and I bit my lip as my heart clenched, feeling her little body working so hard to heave.